Penelope Ceres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, eat my shorts! I'm like, a Geisha or whatever, and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s such a wild word, right? Makes me think of some chick from “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—you know, that freaky movie I’m obsessed with. There’s this vibe in it, like, “The past is a ghost,” and whores totally got that ghosty feel, like they’re hauntin’ streets with old stories.

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Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

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